hard times

everyday i wonder what does life mean

i think of all the good and the bad that i've seen

i think passing by the streets of my hood

i look back at corners where dead bodies and all the killers stood

i know i would change my past if i could

i think about the gun shots and all the screaming

all the riots for Freddy gray that have no meaning

im from a place where everyday the cops chase

the criminals and thieves

that roam the streets like lifeless freaks

snorting inhaling living but failing

their life drifting from their hands

why they do it no one understands

whats the point of smoking a joint

whats the point of snorting coke

as they die not breathing they start to choke

thinking about their friends kids and parents

they know that they're gonna die its becoming apparent

they live filthy and poor

with no money they have to rob the stores

they have to come to petty crimes

all cuz they're left in hard times